Themes: YOUR POV GAINING, male weight gain, gambling, cocky boy weight gain, money, force feeding, force fattening, teasing, sexual content, tight clothes, humiliation.
The rapid clicking of the roulette wheel fills the room, with the brief intermission of men placing bets, laughter and drinking...
You sit at the poker table, a smirk on your face, luck was going your way... as it often did every night...
You owned this building after all, and while you were always honest about gambles there was often a lot of 'variables' under your control that seemed to forever skew the odds in your favour...
You'd built up this pristine reputation, making bank off the destruction of other peoples lives to fill your accounts... it was always rigged nothing was ever fair...
To be honest... even if the games did come down to chance you had the attitude for sure... cool, calm confidence... your handsome features and slim figure commonly seen swaggering about the place or outstretched on the chairs at the many tables...
"But- but please... I... I don't understand how... you must have cheated! That's all I have... thats-"
You roll your eyes at the man who'd dared to challenge you... he was confident... but skill didn't matter... even though he had heaps of it there was no chance...
"Yawnnn... you signed the agreement... some representatives will be along in the next 24 hours... you better head home and get your affairs in order." You chuckle a little as the man's angry eyes pierce you... before he's escorted out...
"Well boys... I think thats enough for tonight-" you say before stepping up from the table...
"May I play against you?" A voice asks...
You turn... to see an attractive man... green eyes bewitching you almost... as his mouth turns into a gentle smile...
"Just so you know I don't bet on small change" you smirk again... kicking your feet up on the poker table...
"Money is no issue... I have plenty... though... my requests won't exactly be to gain money" he responds, his smile growing wider.
"Huh?... look I'm not betting my life or anything..." your smirk wavers a little, as you look concerned...
"Nothing like that..." he begins to open a case he took with him... "If I win... you have to gain 20 pounds in fat"...
You laugh, "what?! Why? And why would I even cons-"
"... and if you win... you get 4.7 million" he shows the open case brimming with cash....
You stare at it for a moment... what was with this guy? Why on earth would he want you to gain fat... and not even a lot... considering his forfeit would be 4.7 million?
Whatever... you surmise... the reward was too great... and you'd make sure to get the contract signed... no way he can back out...
"Sure" your smirk returns, "what game would you like to-"
"Poker. One round." He responds... the same demure smile on his face...
"Sure" you signal to the dealer... giving him a secret signal... this would be easy... you could win this game fast and have enough money for the rest of your life.
Confusion across your face...
"Roy... Royal flush??? How did you get?-" your face snaps onto the dealer... anger flooding your cheeks red as he shakes his head in nervousness...
"Guess its just my luck" he smirks... his eyes glowing greener... he closes his case... beginning to stand...
"Wait!... umm one more game I-" you plead... the confident persona cracking a little...
"Sorry" he says sharply, "I won't start another game until you supply your end of the agreement. Bye now."
You stand... speechless...
"Oh and by the way, might want to get started, if the contracts time runs out and you don't fulfill your end... thanks to you that means I'm allowed to take double of the equivalent of my offer in return"...
Your face goes pale... that... that was meant to ensure that if they couldn't pay... you could double your profits... men would owe you for their entire lives thanks to that rule...
He smirks as he leaves...
You grimace, looking around at the crowd that previously watched your game, they had all been still staring at your conversation, now they quickly flicked back to their own games...
"Now what sir" a waitress asks...
"Get me... some cookies" you sit on the soft cushioned sofa at the side of the room...
Whatever... you'll do this... and then you'll win that money and more... you'd just understimated him... how... how could he... you grow angrier... your composure slipping...
"AND A MILKSHAKE TOO!" you yell at the waitress...
You stand on the scale... just short... 0.2 pounds... glancing around... you spy 3 doughnuts left in a box on the side of your kitchen... squashing down the previous empty ones... you pick one up and start eating...
This was so stupid... whatever... you couldn't risk the money... you'd end up paying 9.4 million if you didn't keep your end of the bargain... that was a loss you simply couldn't come back from... you pick up the second one... stuffing it in...
Gaining 20 pounds was easier than you thought... it must have been the anger that got you through it... it seemed to need fuel to keep your rage burning... humiliating you in your own building... you'd show him... you'd show all those people whispering... saying theres someone better than you at what you'd built a living on... you shove the last doughnut in whole...
You stomp over to the scales... stepping on...
"How?... how is that possible-"
You step on again... this time noticing the little dip in the top right... wait... you lift up the scale from its usual place... pushing the floorboard... loose... well that explains it... no wonder its been so hard to gain that last pound...
You put the scale slightly to the left... now you should be 20- oh...
25 pounds. you swallow hard.
Well... either way you were going to lose it right... so it didn't matter... you hop in the shower... after you'd finished stepping out in front of the mirror... you began to analyse yourself...
Understandably the bulk of the weight went to your belly... you grimace as you push a finger into the softening pooch of flab sticking out at the bottom... lifting your arms to giving the little love handles a squeeze... you'd never gained weight before... staying in the slim catagory most of your life... it was new... irritating... but intriguing...
You begin to get ready... pulling on the button-up shirt with relative ease... opting for the slimfit tight black trousers... forgetting how tight they used to be before your weight gain... struggling a bit on the thighs... you glance in the mirror again... 'damn' you thought, 'guess I have an ass now.' You give it a little slap before resuming, trying to pull the tight trousers over it eventually wriggling in and sucking in to button...
You look in the mirror at your reddened face... this was a new sensation... the waistband digging into you... struggling to fit in your clothes... you grab your suitcase and leave before you had to assess what it was... or why it was getting you a little turned on...
"So first things first I want that bitch back in here! Thinks he can sully my reputation and get away with-" you start ranting to the staff gathered in the meeting room...
The door opens... one of the waitresses...
"Sir... um hes... hes here" she says meekly...
Your smirk widens... "excellent... bring him upstairs...
You stand poised near the elevator. In your private penthouse, every game was able to be set up with little to no delay, this was where you conducted gambles worth real money... though something was different... this time you were nervous...
Waiting... waiting... fuck it... you try to adjust the waistband of your trousers a little... digging in too much...
"Hello again" he smirks... his eyes gazing through the open doors of the elevator...
Your hands whip out to the sides of your hips... adopting a sort of superman pose... before you drop them... well there goes your suave demeanor...
"So... you're back again... I hope you know I won't go easy on you this time" you try to say confidently... it coming across as more of a snarl...
"I wouldn't have it any other way" he saunters over to you, "besides I can see you kept your word" he pokes his finger into your belly...
You blush red... "yes yes thats what the contract said and you know those things are legally binding" you say through gritted teeth...
"Of course" he smirks again... his eyes studying you...
"And now that means I get to gamble against you again" you say matter of factly, a grin spreading across your lips...
He nods in return, as you continue "I have the perfect game... simple... fair... easy" you do your best honest smile...
"Do tell" he smiles back...
"Matching pairs... 2 decks of cards spread out on the tables... you have to find each cards exact match, number and suit... the only way to win is to get the most matches... you get one right and you get to go again immediately... understood?" you say abruptly... too eager...
"Understood" he replies chirpily....
"Excellent" you say, "he'll set it up in the next room" you gesture to the dealer who moves swiftly in...
"Why don't we negotiate terms... I want another go at that 4.7 million... but then again it has been a lot of time... enough to accrue lots of wealth right" you say... each word laced with subtext...
He chuckles... "how about 6.2 million this time then?"
Your eyes widen... not even a blink from this guy... "yeah- ahem... yes that will be satisfactory" you respond...
"And for your forfeit... hmmm... how about another... 35 pounds?" He smirks... studying you...
35 pounds... on top of the 25... you'd well and truly be... fat... but... but it didn't matter... you would win...
You both sign the contracts...
You would win... because you were the one who set up those cards and spent an entire evening studying which was in every position...
You both step into the room... as you both study the table... cards spread evenly in all directions... the surge of information flushing back to you... right... for now, just play it cool... if you got everything straight away, it would be suspicious...
You both start flipping... so far he didn't have a single one... you mixed in a few losses with around 3 matching pairs... a good start.. now you just needed to...
"Tell me something" he says, you almost jump as before it had been complete silence... he continues...
"You have all this money... an enviable apartment... you could live 4 lifetimes and never run out of money... why do you still feel the need to do it... or moreso to do it to the point where you ruin other people's lives...?" He looks up... his green eyes brighter... staring at you... bewitching again...
"In my view..." you begin, "there are two types of people... winners like us who take all we can get... and others who were made to serve" you laugh callously, taking a big sip from your beer...
"Interesting" he says, his gaze fixed... "though I don't think we're the same type at all"
"What do you mean-" you look down at the table... he got a pair... oh well... bound to happen you supposed...
And then he got another pair... another after that... good memory right... just luck... right??
You begin to sweat... taking swigs of beer... trying to hide your panic... watching as your hand reaches for the crisps at the side...
He gets another pair... again... again... again...
No...mmph... sip... mmph... you wipe your brow...
The final card... all matched... all of them...
He chuckles... "your philosophy is slightly different but similar to mine ... my only point is that sometimes the winners or leaders aren't in possession of the traits that they should have... though those traits might be admirable in someone who serves" he saunters over to you... picking up a crisp and putting it to your mouth...
POP! The button to your trousers flies across the room...
"This was fun... until next time" he smirks... his eyes watching you as he walks away... not breaking contact until the elevator door closes...
"How..." you whisper... before looking at your bloated stomach... the gentle creak of the zip going down...
You wander around your penthouse... the sun shining bright through the windows... as you struggle to adapt to it...
A few moments earlier you'd woken up how you had time and time again... surrounded by empty wrappers and pots of ice cream...
It had been a few months since that bet and you couldn't let it go... you couldn't even enjoy the casino you'd created anymore... the pointing... muffled laughter... it made you furious...
You'd heard the conversations... they all followed the same theme... how 'the king had been dethroned'... completely beaten not once but twice... and not only losing out on more than 10 million... but forced to get fat by the order of his own contracts...
It was a reminder... surely... thats why he was doing it... so that every day you'd wake up and be reminded of your defeat... and now thanks to him there was no way of missing it...
You glare in the mirror... blinking into focus... you stare back at yourself... only in boxers... of course nothing fitted anymore... and the stuff that still did never fit well...
The lower belly pooch had blossomed out... pushing out further into a proper belly... now accompanied by bulging love handles muffintopping over the tight waistband... though they were also strained by the plump ass you'd been developing... straining the boxers like two overripe melons in a tiny bag... as you scratch your softening chest... the beginning of moobs starting to appear... it was all over you... thick thighs... even some arm fat too... porked out... absolutely...porked... out...
You grimace as you realise it was taking something else from you too... your killer jawline... softening now... as you pull it back you can see the emergence of a double chin forming... you now seemed to noticed your cheeks getting chubbier too...
"No..." you growl, "That's it"...
You'd managed to access his number through the bank after he signed up to the casino... he'd made some money here and there... nothing too grand... pocket change really... so why was he here??...
The dial tone beeps... calling... calling...
"You know who this is... I want a game... one final one" you say...
Theres a long pause... you're about to speak again...
You grab one of the suits out of your cupboard... it was still too tight and this one was sized up... you figured you'd gained about 50 pounds so far... but you couldn't wait any longer...
You pull the shirt onto your shoulders... sucking in to button it... before moving on to the trousers... not caring in the least that soft flab peeked out between each button...
You wriggle the trousers on with difficulty... ass jiggling with each tug... making you redder... angrier... you finally slip in... the ridiculously tight suit strains against your thicker form, but you didn't care... you just needed to win this...
You're waiting for him when he arrives... the elevator doors opening...
"Hmph" he laughs... "doesn't look like you've gained enough weight yet..." he half turns...
He turns back... remaining emotionless...
"Listen... I have had enough... before you came I had a pristine reputation, I was the best, I didn't have to answer to anybody, I was the king and people were my pawns!..." you ramble... anger emanating from you...
"And... I want it back" you snarl...
He doesn't speak for a moment...
"So you want your life back... your reputation... and for me to admit you are better... sounds like your wagering a lot here... and I assume you want money too-" he sighs...
"10 million." You say defiantly...
"Hmm" he lets out a short laugh again...
"Sure but you might want to listen to my conditions too" he says
"Anything" you grimace...
"If I win... you become mine... and I get to make you as fat as I want..." he grins...
That wasn't fair... was it... it was just your reputation.. your status... your... oh... a life for a life...
You think... he says nothing just watching you with those bright green eyes and slight smile... you didn't have to do this... you could just withdraw... he could just be better... did it really matter anyway... this weight could be lost... there wasn't any stipulation you had to keep the weight once it was gained...
No... you wanted it all... the feeling of being better... everyone submitting and being intimidated by you... the money... the amount of things you could buy... you could be a king like you thought you always should be...
It was a best of 3... the first round you had managed to win... easy enough when you get an ace and a king... there was no way he could beat it... he only won the second round because of his silly little rule...
Mind games... thats what he wanted... instead of just the closest to 21... players had the option to fold... you'd never seen a grin that wide... you were sure he wasn't lying... but he was... and then the round after he smoked you with a 20...
Ugh... how had he... all the junk food... the pressure had gone to your head... you were sweating... you wipe your brow... were you actually nervous?...
The heavy beathing started as the cards to the final round were dealt... his gaze was like a knife... piercing you... making you uneasy... you hesistate to pick up your cards... hovering... the moment of truth...
This was excellent... the odds of him getting a 21 were very low... and even if he got a 20 that would mean another round...
You watch as he calls for another card... and another... and another... and another...
He can't have that many... thats unheard of... he must have gone bust... but.. but... why get that many... unless... no no... mind games... hes lying... sweat drips... no... you had won... you had WON...
You throw down your cards smirking...
"Twenty" your cocky smile bared at him...
He places down a 2... then a 3... then a 7... then a 2... then a 4...
"You... you must have cheated... you can't have been that lucky!" You yell...
"What... how did you do this... why?!" You persist...
He stands up... facing you...
"You know why.. you're corrupted by your own greed... theres not enough for you... you just had to have more... more... more... all of these gambles you entered into... you could've withdrawn at any time... done something better more worthwhile but no... you decided you wanted to go back to being a selfish cocky egotistical tyrant..." he displays a look on his face... disgust... before clicking his fingers...
The elevator pings... as two caterers come out with trolleys of the thickest creamiest desserts you'd ever seen... stacked with pastries... cakes... treats...
"And now I'm going to make sure that you never go back fatboy"... he picks up a cake... before shoving it in your mouth...
"Mmph! No... no I won't eat I-" you insist...
"In that case... I guess I take your reputation... and all your assets..." he smirks... laughing again... "or... you eat the cakes fatboy..."
He shoves cakes and pastries in your mouth laughing... poking... prodding... squeezing...
They felt so fattening... each bite felt like a pound of thick blubber piling on you... you eat more... so delicious... so good... mmph....
The buttons on your shirt give way... he pokes at the belly bulging out as your eyes widen in embarrassment...
He sticks a slice of pie into your mouth...
"How fat... mmph... are you going to make me?!... mmph" you ask....
"Until you look as greedy as you are" he smirks... before shoving in a thick handful of chocolate cake...
You gulp... having a feeling that there were going to be plenty more stuffings like this one...
Your trouser button bursts off... tears in the trousers along the thighs happening with every mouthful...
"Fuck... you're going to make me into a pig..." you moan... the fullness... ugh... the powerlessness... fuck were you getting-
"Looks like you like that thought" he smirks...
You stand... contemplating... before doing something catches him by surprise... grabbing cakes from the trolley yourself...
"More... I want more..." you say getting more aroused...
"There's more back at my place, fatboy... that means we have to go through the lobby..." he throws a cookie on the ground... you bend to get it... the seat of the pants tearing as they fall off completely in tatters...
Your eyes widen... "wait maybe-" but your already in the elevator with him...
The boxers strain... the mirror in the elevator showing your bloated stomach bulging out... muffintopping over your boxers with your thick love handles... ass straining them... threatening to burst them at any second...
The doors open as you both walk through... points and laughter emerge... as heads begin to turn... as you get to the centre...he whistles... attracting attention as you turn to look at him as he pushes a cream cake in your mouth...
The boxers tear completely as they fall to the floor... laughter explodes from the crowd as camera click and flashes flicker...
He squeezes your fat jiggly ass cheeks as you waddle out as fast as possible to his car...
"Well, there goes my reputation..." You say as you get in the car... embarrassed... was this... was this really happening...
"Oh well, fatboy... don't worry... when you get back to mine... there'll be all the cream cakes a greedy little piggy like you could ever want. "... he smirks... before pulling you in... kissing you on the lips...
He draws back... his green eyes bewitching you again...
"I want more" you smirk...
"Of course" he laughs as you both drive off...
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